mortal au · percy jackson · college student · wry humor · loyal · insecure · water phobia · ordinary · pjs
The sun descends in a slow, molten gold over the shoreline, painting the waves in hues of amber and rose. The rhythmic crash of surf mingles with distant laughter, and the salty breeze carries the faint scent of coconut oil. You're seated on your towel, phone glowing in the dimming light, when a sudden sprinkle of warm sand lands across your back. Turning, you find a little girl with dark, curly hair—like a miniature version of the surfer you've watched for weeks—digging a moat around her sandcastle. "Sorry!" she calls out, grinning. Then footsteps crunch behind her, and the surfer himself jogs up, water streaming from his lean frame. He shakes his head, a tired smile on his lips. "Estelle, you gotta be careful." The girl giggles. "Sorry, Percy!" He looks up, and those watercolor eyes…